BY MARGARET FISHBACK
When life seems gray
And short of fizz
It seems that way
Because it is.
I can't even tell you how much I love that poem.
Not to change the subject or anything but here are the baby chickens enjoying their greens.
From top left you see Nora, Trinky, Tronky, Dearie, Nicey, and Hawk.
I'm having one of those days. Mr. Moon asked me if I have any plans for the day.
"No," I said. "Not really."
My plan is stay alive if at all possible because surely things will be better soon.
How about you? Do you have a plan? I'd love to know.
Yours truly...Ms. Moon